I Want No Control

New day in the same old room.
Air filled with a poised waiting boom.
Yet another drama to go pop.
Getting to the point that I wish it would stop.
So much unnecessary pointless pain.
Life can be hard enough without adding to the game.
That is why I keep myself removed.
Offer no opinions and work to my own groove.

Fresh drama with the same sting.
And all I think is, here we go again.
Understand every point and side.
But to be honest its a meaningless ride.
Going nowhere but round and round.
If only a direction is something that got found.
Instead its just more grin and bare.
So I simply sit quiet as the grave and stare.

Tensions boil and heads do spin.
Emotions erupt without ending.
This repetition is wearing me down.
Its like being with children how we go round.
Cycle shortens before it elongates.
The lot of us will never be mates.
Nor do we need to be in all truth.
Pity that is not a reality others can accept without proof.

I would say one day things will change.
But if I committed to that I’d be deranged.
Issue here is ego related to control.
With a small sprinkling of black or white soul.
All things that I’ve seen before.
Each and every time it goes worse than poor.
And my days of being in the thick are gone.
If you believe anything more than you are dead wrong.